The game itself was it's usual close run thing which, as the armies were of equal points proves that either the points system in the rules works well, or that Neal and I are such crappy generals that we fight each other to a pathetic stand still! I think it's the latter but I'm sure Simon Miller (who wrote the rules) will think the opposite.
As said both sides had the same points and set up as below, Romans (Neal) on the left, Visigoths (muggins) on the right:
Both sets of cavalry on either flank pushed on towards their opponents with the infantry in the centre following more slowly:
These guys are Roman deserters fighting for the Visigoths and as can be seen are about to get their comeuppance being charged by infantry to the front and light cavalry on their flank (lights can only charge flank and/or rear of formed troops):
Both sets of infantry proceded to close and throw everything including the kitchen sink at each other before getting stuck in with the sword and spear.
Now the Visigoth guy in the red jacket in the next picture almost saved the day for my battered left flank, his cavalry unit on it's own held off Neal's victorious Romans for at least three turns. It was at this point that Neal started swearing, something that this set of rules does to us (in a good way I hasten to add). Just when you are about to crush the opposition a well dodgy card comes up and the floofing and doofing begins - it is great fun!
For all his bravery the end result was still this:
Here's Neal firing bolts at me as I retreat:
And here's me tak'n wor lass oot for a drink after the battle!